Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.